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 I held but slight communion ; but instead, My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbless granite; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll...  The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review - Página 339 editado por - 1817 Vista completa -
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